This is a continuation of a story posted years ago. Enough people were curious to see what would happen next, I finally got to it. Sorry for the delay. Love the feedback and always welcome suggestions.
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For a while, we didn't hear anything from Sharon or Manny, although we saw them from time to time in the neighborhood. Audrey fretted somewhat about the box they had, but it seemed almost minor compared to what had happened to us that night. The humiliation we'd undergone was so complete, it was hard to imagine anything worse. That couple had literally owned us sexually, making us do stuff we'd only imagined before.
Though we didn't speak of what had passed between the four of us, my nights with Audrey were passionate and uninhibited. Images of our submission at the hands of our neighbors were unshakeable for me during sex, as was the shameful craving for more of the same. I guess Audrey was thinking about the same thing but I didn't want to ask how she felt about repeating the experience. For now it didn't matter. Sex between us was suddenly more intense and frequent than it had been in a long time.
Days turned into weeks and we became more settled in the neighborhood, meeting new people and chatting casually with them, though we hadn't yet invited anyone else inside our home. However, we carefully avoided contact with Sharon and Manny. I guess neither of us were sure how we'd handle that inevitable encounter.
Then, one Saturday afternoon the call came. Audrey answered the phone, but Sharon, on the other end of the line, demanded that she turn it on speaker so I could hear, too.
"Greetings, you two. Keeping out of trouble, are we?" We stammered a response of some kind and she plowed on, "go to your computer and check Patrick's email right now."
"Ah, ok." I said and hit Send/Receive. Immediately an email popped up from Sharon with a URL link inside and a password.
"Click on the link. Take a look and call me back." Sharon said before hanging up.
I opened the link and saw a black screen with a password prompt. I typed in the password. What we saw next shocked us. An image appeared on the screen, the picture Sharon had taken of Audrey and myself right before they left our house. It was Audrey and myself, naked and tied together on the floor with cum all over our faces. After a moment a title was superimposed, "The Depravity of Patrick and Audrey Robbins."
"Oh god." whispered Audrey.
A text box appeared with a message inside: "Welcome. If you are looking at this, you have been given access to the humiliation of Audrey and Patrick. Perhaps you know one or both of them casually or from work. You may even be related to them. You've probably wondered what sort of twisted kink goes on inside (and outside!) their bedroom. Enter and learn more. Inside you can look at steamy pictures, read torrid love letters, and watch some truly shocking videos. Coming soon, an interactive web cam where you can tell them exactly what to do (don't worry, they like it - hint: if they won't cooperate, you can always threaten to pass on the password to even more people). More features soon to come. Enter and enjoy."
My whole body was in a cold sweat. Trembling, I moused over the "enter" button and clicked. Sure enough, the site was built with everything the note promised. The "videos" section had several titles, with stills from our home videos and a note promising more titles to come soon. The picture gallery was loaded with stills from our night with Sharon and Manny (I had no idea Sharon was taking so many shots that night) showing Audrey and myself in varying stages of undress doing the various degrading acts that they'd put us through. Including one of me getting fucked in the ass by Manny. Finally I went the "live cam" page and blinked again. There we were, live, looking at our computer. I quickly covered the built-in cam on my laptop with my thumb and turned to Audrey, who was pale as a ghost.
"We're so fucked," she whispered.
The phone rang. Dazed, I picked it up. "Hello?"
"You were supposed to call me back, assholes! Patrick take your god-damned thumb off the web cam and turn on the speaker phone"
"Sharon, how could you...?"
"If you don't shut the fuck up and do as I say, I'm going to send that email to five people you know right now."
Quickly I did as she said.
"I have all your email contacts." She continued, "We took the liberty of hacking your computers before we left your house last night."
"Last night?, but..."
"We were quiet. Didn't want to wake you. Please don't interrupt again. Now get undressed, both of you."
We were so off-balance we just stared at each other for a moment.
"Was I not speaking slowly enough for you guys? GET NAKED. NOW!"
Half-heartedly I began to unbutton my shirt.
"You guys don't get it, do you? I'm composing a message to, let's see, Janet Simpson, Graham Walsh and three others. If you can get naked before I press "send," I might hold off."
In a panic, we scrambled to get our clothes off. In seconds, Audrey and I were standing naked in front of the computer, breathing heavily.
"Finally," came the voice over the speaker phone, "It seems like you get it now. Stay obedient and we won't have any further problems. But I should let you know, I did, in fact, have time to press 'send' before you two were completely undressed..."
"No!" squealed Audrey in despair.
"Didn't I tell you not to interrupt me, you dumb bitch? I was about to say that even though I had time to send those e-mails, I was going to let you off with a warning. But since you opened your mouth I'm going to go ahead and send them anyway. And if you speak out of turn again, I'll be sending out more. (Click) There. Done."
Audrey struggled to contain herself; a tear rolled down her cheek. Graham Walsh was an old ex-boyfriend of hers from high school who had recently looked her up. Janet Simpson was a receptionist from a place I had worked at years ago. She was cute, but not a person I'd trust with a secret. We could only imagine who the other three invitees were. The humiliation we felt was unbelievable. We could see everything we were doing played back on the monitor of the computer, so there was no question - we were live.
"Now Patrick," Sharon continued on the phone, "Stand tall and put your hands on the back of your head." I complied, feeling totally exposed. "Not too bad, but I want you to start working out a little more often, at least three days a week from now on. And I want the body hair shaved - everything below the neck, by the next time I see you, which will be later today. Now step back, your turn Audrey. Same drill."
Audrey trembled as she took my place in front of the webcam and posed naked. She received very similar comments from Sharon.
"Patrick, stand right behind her." I moved. "Closer. Put your hands on her tits." I pressed myself against Audrey from behind. My semi-rigid penis, enfolded between her buttocks, began to harden against my will. Her chest was heaving and her nipples were hard between my fingers.
"Oh goody. Someone just logged in. Would you like to know who it is?"
Knowing what the consequences would be, we struggled to maintain control, to keep from bolting out of the room. I could feel my skin burning with embarrassment and Audrey's neck and face were almost as red as her hair. We didn't know how to answer Sharon's question, so we held still.
"Never mind. They'd prefer to remain anonymous for now. Let's give them a show. Patrick, slowly draw your right hand down to Audrey's pussy." I obeyed, feeling Audrey's skin respond as my fingers brushed across her tummy and came to rest over the moist thatch of red pubic hair. "Now tease her gently with one finger. Slide it between those lips."
Sharon shuddered as I glided my finger past her clit. She swayed slightly and moaned when I gently pushed it in to her cunt.
